I wonder if there is sometimes something wrong in y inability
to feel anger, are my adrenal glands broken perhaps?
I took a keen interest in May, my father's girlfriend, and studied all
the details of her appearance, her personality, and her domestic habits.
She was to have a disastrous affect
upon all our lives, and this affair caused innumerable losses:
loss of home
loss of income
loss of friends
loss of city
loss of schools
loss of education
loss of physical health
loss of mental health
It
began rather quickly, my father
was giving a public speech, in a
town in Southern Ontario. He did community work for the Chamber of
Commerce, the Rotary
Club, and many other respectable
groups. Laughably, it might have even been a speech on World Peace.
Sparks
flew right away betwen Dad and May,
and we later found out, it was Sex on the First Date. Which was the
first night
they talked to one another, and it
was not really a date. Those sort of sparks flew quite readily for my
father, as Mom later
discovered, when he foolishly began
discussing all his history with her. To relieve his guilt.
I
was turning thirteen, my brother
nine, and my baby sister four. We
had just upgraded our homes to a beautiful house on Beaconsfield
Boulevard, and thought
we were a very Happy Family.
The
illicit sex attraction lay like a dynamite ticking underneath all our
lives, waiting to explode two years
later, when a Court Order to leave our home arrived, because my father
wanted to sell
our house, causing my mom to want to
return 3000 miles away to her native British Columbia.
Too many stories here.
So
what was May like to me?
May
was a Career Woman. Like my Aunt Cathy in Toronto. May
took a keener interest in men, and
was a married woman, to boot. Her husband was a First Nations man,
handsome and serving
in the Canadian military over in
London during World War 11. Poor May, ambitious in her career as a
pattern designer
for Mary Maxim sweaters, saddled
with a nice guy who never went further than being a short order cook in a
small city in Southern
Ontario.
Along came my father. Forgive me for my moral judgements, but this was not exactly a poetic or spiritual attraction.
Due
to the frequency
of marital arguments between mom and
dad, I blamed the ensuing divorce on personality issues. I saw very
small parts of the
picture at that age.
May
was not as beautiful as my mother, though her skin was thicker, and
less lined. She had a pug nose, and
a cheerful, competent personality. My mom foolishly made the error of
allowing my
brother and me to socialize with May
when she and my father met half way in Cornwall, Ontario, for small
holidays.
"Let
him get this out of his system," she
said. Her first reaction was much sorrow and grief. A few months
later, she wanted
to be alone in our home, minding
just my baby sister.
May had better linger than Mom.
Her
nightgowns matched her dressing
gowns, and were pastel blue, with no
fraying at the cuffs and collars, from too much washing in the washing
machine.
She
paid for her own two bedroom in
Manhasset, Long Island, New York, to meet with her American
bosses, decorated tastefully
with many displays of her own
needlework, cushion and pillows and paintings and tapestries. She was
extremely talented with
needlework, and held a degree from a
Royal College in London.
I did not dislike her.
Her
bathroom cabinets and cupboards too
held more expensive cosmetics than my mom ever bought. No Maybelline
nor Tangee,
signs of women who bought hastily at
five and dime stores after a gruelling day on their feet, slinging
hash.
I noted L'Oreal and Elizabeth Arden approvingly, a teenage snob already.
Like
the trvellers on the Titanic, I did
not see the tip of the iceberg hinting at what lay underneath, or what
was soon to come.
Lawyers who drained our college
savings money provided at least an accurate history of the shipwreck of
our family history.
One
letter from May to Dad:
"Your children don't really
need university education money, Ross. We could use that money ourselves."
And as Dad was a Canadian
Government
employee, he received taxpayer subsidized stand-by free airline tickets.
In
the first year that May and Dad lived together, court records showed
that he obtained 75 free airline tickets
for his girlfriend May, who was not
yet his wife. Tickets used for her career advancement, against the
rules technically,
but hey!
What wss that loss, compared to so many others?
